“Without Music….”

Lonely is real.  It can hurt. It can judge.  It can spite.  And begrudge.  It can stain. It can leave. It can pain. Make bereave.  It can lie.  It can steal.  It can cut. But never heal.  It can whisper.  It can scream. Make a nightmare of your dream.  It’ll laugh. It’ll smile. Eat your heart all the while.  Take your thoughts. And memories.  Sample your lyrics and melodies.  It’ll lose your rhythm.  Find your flaws.  It’s your rebel. You’re its cause.  It can be infinite. Or temporary.  Or intermittent. Or unnecessary. 

Without music, lonely is real.